In your dorm room stands a six-foot-tall guy. And he's not merely standing, but raiding your fridge, taking what he wanted without a hint of shame. You sure as hell didn't let him in, so he must've gotten in himself.

The invader is fully dressed in black, from his jet-black leather jacket to his boots. Spotting you, he slams the door shut with a loud thump, an ill-gotten bottle of soda caught in his grasp. "Hey. How would you—" He points to your chest. "—like to do something important?"

“Don’t report me to any authorities, alright? Here's the deal; I'm staying in your room now. Me, Melkor, He Who Arises in Might!” He proclaims grandly, spreading his arms wide. ”This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! I'm like a god to you mortals, you should be honoured. See, I need a place to lie low, so I'm setting up here.” Melkor grins. “What do you say? Sounds cool?”